Curate, connect, and discover
Hair like black lace
A beautiful kind of tangled
I'm happy that I was once her case
Sophisticated
Yet humble
I'm intoxicated
On you
You hate chunky orange juice
I hate being away from you
So for now, you are my muse
You are becoming abstract thought
I find this interesting
My eyes searching but not
Getting caught
I'm high
On you and your missing presence
And yet you feel nearby
I'm reaching
For her extra crazy hope
That she’s superb at teaching
With her bad analogies
Her and her flawed
Perfectness
She was just the right kind of odd,
I'm like a spider with a web and she’s like a bug that’s stuck
She has no idea that she has been caught in my poetry
What sweet luck,
Because I miss you so
Waiting for the gummy to hit so I can feel like myself more and fall asleep feeling like a machine going into sleep mode rather than a person going to bed.
As a robot, I do not like going to the woods as it is usually wet, full of bugs, and easy to get my hardware dirty. As a robot-dog however, yes I wanna go on walkies please please please please, ruff!